Comet. A good guy or not? – by Musk Oxen

A date thingy? Ah! Calendar

No disclaimer needed, I thought I’d give your poor brains a rest from all the smutiness and filth (only one minor use of inappropriate language, or maybe two). Phew! you’re probably thinking, and I honestly don’t blame you. I’d thought the exact same thing the past four days! I know. You don’t need to thank me. However, as for tomorrow, who knows. So, for today (and on a much less scarier note), here’s Comet.

Oh, and don’t forget to check out the other contributions as well. You’ll find them below the colourful break thingy after the story. Happy reading (or not)!

Chocolate Coins. The favoured currency to use in shady dealings.

Day 5. Comet was known on the streets as the go-to guy if you required an illegal sky-race organised. The Ermine gangs he ran with couldn’t give a shit if he’d killed Santa. They’d knock off their own mothers for a hundred chocolate coins. I’d have to tread carefully here; Ox like me didn’t hang around the derelict, toy factory district.

The broken-down buildings vibrated to life. In front, with his go-faster striped ‘Evo 8000’, was Comet. Man, he liked a show. In the seat beside him, a surgically enhanced ‘Trophy Reindeer’. Those antlers were way to plump to pass for natural.

She stepped from the sled, untying the bright yellow scarf from her neck. Comet moved his chick-magnet to the side and turned off the engine. He wasn’t racing tonight. She counted down and then dropped the scarf. I took my chance, jumping in the seat beside Comet.

‘What the—’

‘Just hear me out,’ I said, ready to bolt if it got nasty. ‘I have to know. Was it you who killed Santa?’

The engine roared to life and we were soon on a collision course with the factory wall opposite. Chicken, hey. I’ll give him his dues. He smiled, and stuck the sled into a sharp, 360-turn. My hoof lost contact, and I plummeted towards a pile of rusty toy-parts below.

‘I‘m just a racer, always have, always will be,’ and he zoomed off into the night sky.

I love that you incorporated the chocolate coins. i was just telling a co worker this week that they were always a part of my Christmas, though i must agree with k8edid they aren’t worth killing for. 😉